Oh wait. No it's not. Dead girls don't have birthdays. They have a tendency to stink up the place, don't appreciate presents very well, and nobody wants to come to their parties.
Angie was brutally, uncaringly killed in a "restraint hold" by Bradley A. Ridout for the heinous crime of gargling her milk. (The programmies later claimed the milk gargling wasn't what got her killed, but then what was it? Talking in a too-loud voice, maybe? Using a dinner fork instead of a salad fork? Griping about bedtime?) The details of this slaughter are unknown; all is really known is that Mr. Ridout put his weight on her for an extended period of time, preventing her from breathing and so subjecting her to a death about five minutes long. (How long he was holding her after she was already dead is a question probably best left unanswered.)
She is mourned by her family, and mourned in a different way by the organization Northwest Guidance and Counseling Clinic Inc, who operates the Rice Lake facility where she had the life crushed out of her. The organization is still desperately fighting regulatory authorities and state oversight, as open license to butcher children is integral to its mission and purpose.
So where is Angie, then, if not at her birthday party? That's not easy to answer. Most people choose sealed coffins for children, as if preservation of the remains is going to let them come back to the grave one day and revive them.
Actually what really happens is a process called putrefied liquification. In the absence of oxygen, anaerobic bacteria consume flesh and turn it into a sort of sauce, creating a horrible reek should the coffin ever be exhumed.
So what's left of Angie's corporeal shell is probably a mostly-intact dress and shoes floating in a sea of goop, loosely organized around partially-cartilaginous (due to her age) bones. Thanks, Bradley! Hey, didn't they let you out of jail by now? Going to kill any more kids? I'm sure you'll find a way if only you try. Do it in a wilderness program, you'll get in less trouble that way and it's much easier.
As for her soul, that's a matter of religion. Most visualizations of murdered little girls have them in Heaven, perhaps wearing wings themselves to fly among the angels. Perhaps she's spending some time with Satan, with Old Scratch using her youth and creativity to help design the facility where Mr. Ridout will be held for the next two trillion years before the cosmic egg implodes. (Hey, Satan? You know that facility I've got in mind for that one douchebag, right? You can use some stuff off of that, I don't mind.) Perhaps she's been in her next body for some time now. in a real family which would never think of handing her over to programmies. Perhaps her soul reflexively fled the planet in protest and she's light-years away.
At any rate, Angellika Arndt isn't having an eighth birthday today.
